Stephen King
It鈥檚 not every day someone drops a heart聽鈥 even a printed plastic heart 鈥撀爄nto your hands.
鈥淗ow old are you?鈥 the museum warden asks, but the girl is still staring at the heart and isn’t listening. 鈥淪he鈥檚 seven,鈥 her mother says. 鈥淭hen that heart is a little bit smaller than your own.鈥 The young visitor’s stare grows even wider.
She is visiting a new exhibition called , which fills three rooms of the Hancock venue of the Great North Museum in Newcastle. One room is devoted to how we see, record, and talk about …
